Shear de
Lite woke up screaming with fright
Fear marked
the face of the hermaphrodite
“My dear de
Lite, what is your plight?” asked Lord Dirgand. “You’ve been terribly restless
most of the night.”
“Danger
lurks for Gypsy Jess from a master of spells in the northern wilderness.”
“Who is
Gypsy Jess and why would that cause you such distress?”
“The one you
conversed with on that day you took me away. I must leave in the morn without
delay. I need to stop harm coming her way.”
“I don’t
understand,” said Lord Dirgand. “It’s been ages since you have seen her and her
band. You say she is in danger, but how would you know? You’re not making sense
and I forbid you to go.”
“My lord,
I’m afraid I don’t have a choice. It would be very unwise to ignore the voice.”
“Then I’ll
assemble some men and we shall seek out her foe.”
“But the
voice demands that only I must go.”
Dirgand
became very annoyed. “I will see to it that they are destroyed. I will go and
you will remain here. That is an order, do I make myself clear?”
“Sire, you
and your men no nothing of magic. If you proceed with this quest, the outcome
will be tragic. I really do have to go on my own, but the voice has assured me
that I won’t be alone.”
Dirgand was
impassive
But she knew
he was riled
The worst
thing she could say was that she was with child
Not just one
There were
two on the way
The voice
had relayed to her the previous day
To Dirgand
she’d wanted to relate
But the
voice had informed her that she had to wait
And now she knew why
She had to
act soon or her friend may die
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